Video - Ticking Shadows: The Clock's Eternal Prison

The old clock tower loomed over the village, its decaying face frozen at midnight. Eira stumbled upon it, drawn by the rhythmic ticking that whispered her name. Inside, cobwebs clung to every corner, and the air was thick with shadows. As she climbed the spiraling staircase, each step echoed with ghostly murmurs. At the top, she found the clock's heart—a pendulum swaying without reason. Suddenly, the tower groaned, gears grinding to life. Eira's reflection blinked in the cracked glass, eyes hollow and pleading. She was no longer a visitor; the clock had claimed her, its eternal prisoner of time.